Funny how that happens... Dave and Danny and I hunted a sidehill and walked closely on either side of a lone apple at the edge of a grove of twenty-five year old pines. Really expected a grouse to be on the ground there, but there were none to be found so we moved on to sweep the rest of the hillside. Returning an hour and a half later with guns over our shoulders grasping the barrels we walked within twenty feet of that apple and this big brown grouse busts into the wide open leaving us standing there slack-jawed . . . well, maybe Dave uttered a nasty word or two
